The Maiden

She dances with beauty as she works, her guided steps I follow.
She leads me to a forgotten feeling and takes away my sorrow.

Maple curls of parted waves frame her snow white smile.
Pure light kisses her pale skin as she flaunts her own unique style.

It's pain to know such wonder is real and never hold it close.
How am I to live with someone less than she.

I feel my life lacks purpose now and I've become a ghost.
As hope seems lost she returns and with love together we flee.